Edward LAID HER down on a wide bed. 'I want you to know that I didn't bring you here for this,' he breathed rawly. 'I didn't plan it.'

His lean, darkly handsome features were taut with hungry frustration and the strangest hint of vulnerability, and for a split second Bella almost raised her fingers to trace the compressed line of his lips. Instead, she got a grip on herself and let her hand fall back from his shoulder to lie by her side. Her body was singing a very different message, all revved up like a racing car at the starting line. She was startlingly aware of every erogenous zone she possessed and its pronounced effect on her. Her boobs felt swollen while a hollow ache throbbed at the very centre of her. It was sexual needs, plain sexual need, she repeated carefully to herself, as if by acknowledging that she could minimise the effects and suppress them.